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Words/Music: B.Pearce

I'm a strange Peter Pan

with a fag in my hand

but I can't understand

about you

You're the girl of my dreams

full of life

so it seems

I am caught in mid-stream

and I'm hungry and lean

But I hide in a shell

and my life sure is hell

and I know very well

about you

You are loose

fancy free

feel the waves

wait and see

and whatever will be

you will never love me

There's a vigour to your manner

while I feel dull and cold

A flippancy that's alien

to the nature of my soul

Your social life is a booking affair

while I have nothing to do

You're in love with falling in love

I'm in love with you

You're a cute Guinevere

with a mouthful of beer

and a tight-lipped

and bleary-eyed smile

With your wild-patterned dress

(though it looks in a mess)

you're a match for the best

full of ambient zest

There's a charm in your smile

makes me linger awhile

'til I'm caught in the guile

of your eyes

Then you hug me with ease

but it's all just a tease

with my mind saying, "Please!!!"

and my heart

on its knees

There's a vigour to your manner

while I feel dull and cold

A flippancy that's alien

to the nature of my soul

Your social life is a booking affair

while I have nothing to do

You're in love with falling in love

I'm in love with you

When you talk to King Lear

even proud Boadicea

has a clear

jealous fear

in her eyes

Richard Lionheart moves in

but a sharp Saladin

intercepts with a grin

and a Jimmy Hill chin

As you float round the place

all the wannabes chase

to be first in the race

to your side

and you talk to them all

make them feel

ten foot tall

Through my tears

I recall

so much harder

the fall

There's a vigour to your manner

while I feel dull and cold

A flippancy that's alien

to the nature of my soul

Your social life is a booking affair

while I have nothing to do

You're in love with falling in love

I'm in love with you